Sunday Rhapsody
The sun was shinning,
The church they knew stood tall.
Surrounded by spruces and pines,
The lord blessings were everywhere.
Spring thaw came,
The snow melting.
You could hear the sound of songbirds,
Singing their song to nature.
He was distant,
She was shy.
Their conversations caressed,
Another's lives,Sunday was their favorite day,
All is well with the lord they said,
Spring was finally arriving.
copyright Gwen Schutz
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